Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tonga and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Erasure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultra Naté,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
cv313,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
Bronski Beat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kayak,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.